Ciri visits Caleb, Caleb has new plans.

“Selfish prick,” the scarred man muttered as he walked past Ciri.

She watched him go then turned back towards Caleb’s tent. The rest of the tents had been dissembled, but his tent still stood. Most of the camp had been packed up, weapons, trapper tools, food and supplies all bundled up and loaded onto carts. It was a three-day trip back to the Lord’s estate. Two days if the cargo didn’t cause any problems.

“You’re not leaving,” Ciri asked as Caleb walked up to her.

He shook his head and gave her a once over. “I have decided to take an extra night--” he paused. “I do not know when the next time I will have this opportunity, I wish to make the most of it before we go back.”

Ciri’s eyes narrowed, “We?”

He smiled wide, “You’ll be staying here with me of course, one night, maybe two depending on how well things go.”